Malva-Rosa

Green shawl, malva-green
Shaken and all graceful
As dawn barely broke
Rosa left home

The flutter of her shawl
Had the people intrigued
And poor Rosa, after all
Went to mass and to the market

The rose that bloomed in her rosebush
Didn't have the charm of that brunette
Light, mischievous, beautiful
She seemed like a small feather
That Rosa

They say that since childhood
That shawl defined her
To the point that the neighborhood
Gave Rosa that nickname

That charming nickname
That no one can escape
They called her Malva-Rosa
With her green-malva shawl